Prosperity Makes Some Friends And Many Enemies.

The Fool Is Like Those People Who Think Themselves Rich With Little.

We Can Console Ourselves For Not Having Great Talents As We Console Ourselves For Not Having Great Places. We Can Be Above Both In Our Hearts.

We Are Forced To Respect The Gifts Of Nature, Which Study And Fortune Cannot Give.

The Tempests Of Youth Are Mingled With Days Of Brilliant Sunshine.

It Cannot Be A Vice In Men To Be Sensible Of Their Strength.